24 NATURE’S CRAFTSMEN 
of little red fellows such as those which hurried 
away just now. Perchance, too, you may know 
a great brotherhood of brown ants-” 
“ To be sure,” interjected Tommy, “ there’s a 
new colony being established down by the wood 
lot; they are building roads ’n’ everything! ” 
“ Then you know something about ant indus¬ 
try,” smiled Uncle John. “ Red, black, or brown 
each one is a towering monument of persever¬ 
ance. And they work together each for all with¬ 
out the slightest hint of confusion. Just as we 
do in our home life, each has its own special work 
to do, and there is no place for the slacker. The 
useless old males are promptly killed off and 
trundled to the rubbish heap.” 
“ I wonder, Uncle John, did you know there 
were brick-makers among them? ” queried 
Tommy, breathlessly. “ I couldn’t hardly be¬ 
lieve my eyes when I saw them at it yesterday. 
But, sure as anything, a band of laborers came 
scrambling up on a little mound of clay that had 
been heaped outside their city—clay that I’m 
pretty sure must have come from the storm cellar 
Mr. Blake has been digging. There’s none like 
it on our farm. I was sitting close by, and as I 
had been there quiet for a long time, most likely 
they thought I was a scarecrow or something of 
the sort. Anyway they never paid any attention 
to me, and I wish you could have seen their brick- 
